For, As I Think I Have Said,

We Pity In Others Only The Those Evils Which We Ourselves Have Experienced.

Nature Never Deceives Us; It Is We Who Deceive Ourselves.

Let The Trumpet Of The Day Of Judgment Sound When It Will, I Shall Appear With This Book In My Hand Before The Sovereign Judge, And Cry With A Loud Voice, This Is My Work, There Were My Thoughts, And Thus Was I. I Have Freely Told Both The Good And The Bad, Have Hid Nothing Wicked, Added Nothing Good.

Childhood Is The Sleep Of Reason.

Temperance And Labor Are The Two Best Physicians Of Man; Labor Sharpens The Appetite, And Temperance Prevents From Indulging To Excess